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With A Musical Legacy, Harmony Will Come

Ouran High School Host Club

Chapter 1: When They Called Me Amelia Pt. 1

"According to the Will of Mr. Howard Wolfe, his living estate in Japan is will be given to his daughter, Amelia Wolfe. All that's in and around the estate's property is hers to inherit. It also states that she shall be transferred to Ouran Academy as her mother, Miss Gina Pinto wishes in return. She will pay full tuition as promised between their private agreement. However, Miss Pinto is not required to take full custody if she cannot due to her career. In this case, Mr. Wolfe's caretaker Isao Tadashi shall be her guardian, the servants are paid in full, and the estate paid off entirely for his daughter to not carry the burden of debt. Until then, Amelia will have her name written and signed as the heiress of his company, Wolfe Enterprises. She will move to her father's estate for as long as she agrees to be a part of his legacy in the music industry…"

1 year later in America…

"Amelia! Hurry up, Isao is waiting outside! He came all this way from Japan to pick you up!"

Amelia rushed through her belongings in the small room of the ranch house. Gina, her mother, does very well in her career, but likes being isolated in a small house in the country. No point in a big estate if you're not home. Amelia rushed down the stairs with her suitcase and backpack, dragging it down, seeing Isao outside with her mother.

God it's going to be different without her father around. She looked around the living room, knowing it'll be a while before she will be able to see this place again (if it's not the last time). She's going to miss the States. Japan isn't exactly a walk in the park. She enjoyed it when she visited her father, but now that he's gone, her view of going out there is going to change drastically. It's not like she had many friends to begin with, but now it's almost starting on a completely blank slate. The worst would be avoiding the paparazzi. Their invasion of her privacy had died down over the year, but they were bothering their family for the first few months after her father's death. Gina eventually got a lawyer to stop the chaos and speak on their behalf.

As Amelia opened the door, she spotted her mother waiting with Isao, the caretaker of the estate. Isao smiled at the sight of her, holding out his arms and embracing the girl. Amelia was at least happy that out of all this massive confusion he was at least going to take her as a guardian.

Her mother couldn't take care of her and she knew it. Her career required her to travel, leaving Amelia either to travel with her and give up schooling unless she was tutored. Her father didn't like the idea so he made sure someone was there. Isao was a good man and he was family to all of them even though he just ran her father's estate while Mr. Wolfe was away.

"Come along now. You have to make it to the airport on time," Gina beckoned grabbing the suitcases, throwing them into the trunk.

"Don't worry Gina, everything will be fine with Imai here," Isao reassured her comfortingly.

"How many times do I have to tell her name is Amelia, Isao?" Gina reminded, somewhat annoyed.

"What? She doesn't mind, do you Imai?" Isao asked, nudging Amelia. "Besides her father always called her that around the house."

"No I don't mind," Amelia replied simply, trying to smile to hide her nerves. The people around the house couldn't pronounce her name right so her father even adopted the nickname as a bit of an inside joke. It seemed to stick. She was only used to her mother actually calling her Amelia, although the neighbors of both the states and some of the English servants Mr. Wolfe had around the estate also seemed to call her that formally.

"Amelia is a little more…sophisticated. Her father is rich and she is now an heiress," Gina explained. She closed the trunk of the limo as she stepped back facing her daughter.

"I'll make sure that someone can send you the rest of your things to the estate. Should take a few days. You packed everything in boxes, right?"

Amelia nodded nervously. Gina noticed, smiling reassuringly. She knew this was going to be rough on her. Fifteen going to be sixteen in February is a little young to live on your own.

"Darling, this is a great opportunity for you. Your father had always wanted you to live in Japan with him. The academy will help you with your music and art and you know you have talent baby. There are a lot of people who can't say that for what you're doing," her mother complimented, trying to make the trip sound better. Amelia tried to smile but her stomach clenched.

"Howard and I wanted you to go to this school ever since he moved. He thought it would be fantastic for your studies and honey it's going to be good for you to start fresh! The chairman gladly took your father's request after seeing his work with the music and theatre groups for so long. He even offered you the Artistic Scholarship!" her mother shrieked with joy. "We couldn't be happier for you."

"I know. I'm just nervous," Amelia admitted.

"Well you won't be alone. Isao will look after you and I'll be around before the holidays," her mother comforted. "Just promise me you'll do this for me and for your father…"

"I will. I'll try," Amelia promised. "For you…for dad…"

"That's my girl…" Gina whispered as she embraced her daughter with all her might. "I'm just a phone call away. Wherever I am, I will pick up okay?"

Amelia nodded. It was slightly comforting to hear that despite her mother's busy schedule, she would pick up. Isao smiled, saying good-bye to Gina, opening the car door following Amelia from behind. After that they were taken away to the airport where their lives were about to change.

...

In Japan a few months later, the First Week of School…

"Isao! Where's my uniform?" Amelia called out in a panic. Late on her first day...typical. Isao came out to her room setting a tray of toast and eggs on her dresser. He looked at her apologetically.

"I apologize Miss Wolfe, but the school had a few mix ups with the uniforms," Isao informed casually. Amelia rolled her eyes searching through the various clothes. Fantastic...

She wore her brown-half rimmed glasses, not finding her contacts hiding her blue-green eyes. She threw on jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by ankle boots and a plaid shirt that was two sizes too big. She was buttoning it up quickly hiding her developing hourglass figure. She forget to buy new clothes since she's been there. Her mother was still packing new attire at her house as a gift for later.

Amelia looked in the mirror messing with her hair. She dyed it darker chocolate brown while also cutting it shorter hoping to not be recognized by the media or the students. Unfortunately, it was no longer long and curled. Instead it was stopped short to the middle of her neck and straightened. She tried to make the best of it thinking, well it's a lighter style. No worries. The media has been on top of her since her arrival. Thankfully, another lawyer has been feeding info to the press without her. So no paparazzi following her around every time she was out of the house. At least not as frequently...

"Isao can you do me a favor, please?" Amelia asked. She tried to always be polite. Especially since Isao had acted like a second father. Isao smiled.

"Of course Imai, what do you need?" he asked.

"Can you call the school and see if I can get a uniform asap? I already stick out like a sore thumb," she sighed tiredly. "I already hate that I had to change my appearance since I got here."

"You look fine Imai, but are you certain you want to wear that to school?" Isao asked, looking quizzical at her.

"I'm already late. Mom is sending clothes that fit within the week. I'll worry about it then," Amelia replied, kissing his cheek good-bye.

"Thanks Isao, I'll see you tonight after school. Don't wait up," Amelia called out, grabbing her backpack and forcefully wrapping onto her shoulder.

"Call if you need the limo to pick you up early!"

"I will!"

Slam! The door shut and she was out of the house. She climbed in, the driver speeding up and heading to the next obstacle of the day: Ouran Academy.

"Nervous Miss Wolfe?" the driver asked as she rummages through stuff in her bag.

"Not so keen on the first day here. I'm just afraid that I won't fit in. I'll just be that American transfer student who had a company plopped into her lap…" Amelia admitted. Why would anyone in Japan take her seriously?

"Don't worry Miss. Ouran Academy is one of the best schools in Japan. Nice campus, respectable staff. With your father's name I think you'll fit in just fine," the driver encouraged with a smile. As much as she wanted to take in his words, it was still hard to grasp.

Problem is that wasn't the reason she wanted to be known for her father's work. It was different and also flattering that a lot of people in Japan knew her father. But still…there was something about her just being known for her work rather than just her father's name. No matter how much alike their talents are. This is a place to prove her worth.

...

After a few more minutes away from the estate out in the country, they found public city life. Then in the midst of it all, the prestigious Ouran Academy appeared into view. The driver stopped in the front, beckoning her to go.

This is anything but comforting, it was nerve wracking. There was no way she was going to get used to this. She was so used to the small private schools. Not freakishly huge campuses for people who were considered a somebody based on their status. But if the chairman was generous enough to agree to allowing her to even try with this school…maybe she didn't have anything to worry about.

"Hey break a leg Imai," the driver encouraged, wishing her luck. Everyone in the estate called her that or Imai. Maybe it was better that she wasn't called by her actual name. She was living a different life now after all. However, that didn't change the fact that she was nervous and feeling even more out of place. She stepped out of the car feeling her stomach churn with butterflies. She could hear the driver speeding off back to the estate, leaving her alone at this massive unknown place.

She stared in awe, seeing the school her father always bragged about finally in person. How different it was from the schools back home. Finally, she found her legs and started moving towards the school.

The place was huge! She had no idea that this was the main school for the most brilliant and richest kids. Although seeing it in person she now understood why. Technically, she could consider now herself part of the "rich" community but she didn't really feel like it. After seeing a few of the girls pass by, did she started regretting asking Isao for the uniform. The yellow puffy dresses were not really in her taste. It wasn't her to wear something like that. Gah! It was just ridiculous. It's something those really princess-like girls wore to make them look better than most people apparently.

After hearing the first chime of the clock tower, she ran to her class. Literally sprinting to make it to homeroom. She didn't realize how fast until she opened the door so loud as if she was barging in. There were a few eyes staring at the sudden noise until they went about their business. The class was still out and about, no one sitting anywhere in particular, talking amongst each other while the homeroom teacher still hadn't arrived. So at the moment she was safe. Now where to find a seat?

She sat down in front where there was the only empty seat, noticing two redheaded twins stare at her. She turned for a moment, seeing their gaze. She blushed as they made split second eye contact, hastily looking back in front of her. She noticed someone els right in front of her. Short cropped brown hair, brown glasses, oversized brown sweater, slacks, and rather beat up shoes. Looks like she wasn't the only one without a uniform. The teacher finally came into homeroom, settling role call.

When he got to her name she jumped.

"Wolfe?" he called.

"Here," she replied. She felt stares and whispers around the room. Thankfully, after role call she hoofed it out of there. Something didn't feel right about that room.

After her first few classes she was stuck in the mess hall. She saw the stares coming towards her again. But mainly she figured it was for the way she dressed (then again being a transfer student seemed like a hot thing around here). Keeping her hands in her pockets while adjusting her father's leather jacket, she shrugged it off. Each time she tried though, it got more and more uncomfortable. She finally found an empty space in the middle of the room. This was embarrassing. It was like elementary school all over again. When did her parents think that she would fit into a school like this? She fiddled with her food, not really up for eating.

"Hi, um do you mind if I sit here with you?" a voice asked in front of her. Amelia almost jumped at the sound of the voice, starting to get used to the silence. She looked up, seeing the same person sitting in front of her during class, the one without the uniform.

"Yeah sure, go ahead," she accepted. At least she wasn't alone for the time being. The person took a seat, although she realized after taking a good look at the student, that she was a girl in the same situation.

"My names Haruhi Fujioka. I think we're in a few classes together, right?" Haruhi asked with a cheerful smile. "Looks like I'm not the only one without a uniform, huh?"

"Yeah, um I didn't get one yet, might as well for the better, have you seen those female uniforms? I wouldn't be caught dead wearing those in the states," Amelia laughed a bit at the thought.

"Oh you're that transfer student everyone's been whispering about," Haruhi commented. Amelia sank in her chair. Apparently I'm popular already...not in the way I was hoping either?

"Really, how did you guess?" Amelia questioned jokingly.

"Well, that accent is obviously not from this country," Haruhi laughed. "I don't think I remember you're name. Although it was distinct enough like Dog or something."

Amelia laughed a bit before smiling and putting a hand out to Haruhi. "Wolfe. Amelia Wolfe. Although I'm surprised you haven't seen my face on the media a few months ago."

Haruhi suddenly went pale.

"You're not one of these rich kids too, are you? You seem to act differently from them," Haruhi asked uncomfortably. Amelia looked at her in concern, smiling gently.

"Technically yes but I didn't spend a dime of it since I moved from the states. I still have paperwork to go through," Amelia mentioned, poking back at her food. "Only here for the music and arts program."

"Wow that's amazing. You came a long way from here," Haruhi commented. Amelia looked at her food, avoiding Haruhi's gaze for a moment.

"Yeah…" she nodded. Haruhi looked at her curiously.

"I'm sorry did I…?" RING!

Amelia shook her head, laughing nervously.

"Is it over yet?" she smiled slightly at Haruhi.

"Hey, I'm sure you're doing fine," Haruhi encouraged. Amelia scoffed, smiling lightly at her before nodding in thanks. Haruhi moved out of the way, heading to class. They waved goodbye.

Amelia sighed, getting up from her seat.

"Lets hope that I'm smart enough to stay in Japan…"

She tossed her food out, rushing to her next class. It was hard avoiding more glances of students.